jasminsummers:
nancybcy:
“Yikes.” The expression was intended to be silent, yet Jasmin had uttered it for all in earshot to hear. That alone may not have created much offence, but her laughter and facial expression, that really took the cake. She had been watching strangers at the dart booth, admiring the persistence of one in particular; he had been standing there for at least fifteen minutes, seemingly desperate to win a prize. Not however, the prize he had claimed.
The puppy, in truth had come out of nowhere, hidden somewhere below the booth counter, a mystery prize of sorts. Her own dog, Topher, perked up at the sight of another, pulling Jas closer on his lead for inspection. The puppy was cute, there was no denying the fact, but an animal like that was no suitable town fair prize— but who would argue with the booth manager. The man was not only large and broad, but covered in tattoos and smoking a cigarette on his post. When Jas studied him, he appeared to notice, offering her a stone hard glare, forcing her gaze back towards the new puppy daddy as he addressed her.
“I guess it depends which motel.” She answered, stealing a second worried glance at the man behind the booth. “I’m staying at the boarding house and they seem okay with Topher staying with me.”
ALEC HAD NOTICED the woman watching him play. No harm done, really. He’d never suffered from stage fright, so he was free to play his game in peace. He’d had no issue with her, until she was all but mocking him for winning the puppy. He sent a scowl her way. The kind of expression reserved for offended dog owners — a group which he had just joined. Goldfish or not, the puppy was a champ in his books.
Alec glanced toward the dog at Jasmin’s side. & he couldn’t help but brighten a little. Already, his little bundle of fur was trying to make friends. Yipping and pawing at the air in a vain attempt to meet the canine on the ground. Alec held tight. He didn’t have a leash & worried the poor thing might go wandering off into the crowd. Though, he’d already suffered a few scratches from the puppy’s kicking paws. Such was the suffering of a father.
“I’m staying at the cactus motel. Haven’t seen anyone with any pets there though..” Alec mused, shooting one final glance towards the booth operator. He was a gruff sort, and didn’t seem like the type who cared for animals anyway. The dog would certainly be safer with him — he just hoped he’d be able to keep them. Having learned her pet’s name, Alec bent down on his haunches, still holding his own puppy in an iron-clad grip. “well hey there, Topher. You lookin’ for a friend? ‘cause I think you found one,”







